"I|Fuck."

Hearing these words, Feng Jueyu's scalp felt numb and he jumped up as if he was electrocuted: "What the hell, is there a ghost?"

"You're the fucking ghost." The voice continued.

Following the direction from which the sound came, a short, half-grown old man walked out wearing a ragged linen cotton-padded jacket, holding a worn-out oil lamp in his hand.

Yizhuang is a place where no one comes, and it is late at night and the light is dim. Suddenly someone comes out with an oil lamp and shines a green and gloomy face. Is it not scary?

Thanks to Feng Jueyu's profession as a killer in his previous life, he had seen so many dead people, otherwise he would have been scared to death.

He plucked up the courage, stretched his neck, and looked in the direction of the sound through the dim light: "Nima, it's really a ghost."

Under the statue in the main hall and ancestral hall, the old man's inhuman face was revealed. The old man was extremely tall, with a big head on his neck as thin as a hemp pole, and there were only one or two sparse pieces left on his head.

, three, four... six hairs in total, and two white ones. Two small green bean eyes with a cold light, a small nose, a big mouth, and a black mole the size of a baby's fist on the left side of the chin.

A tuft of black hair grows vigorously on it.

With this appearance, who would believe that he is not a ghost? No wonder the well-informed Feng Da Killer was shocked.

However, Killer Feng was sure that the person in front of him was not a ghost, but a real person, but his appearance... he did not dare to compliment him.

People are not scary. Feng Jueyu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he pinched his waist and pointed at the old man and cursed: "Old man, if you don't scare people like this, don't you know that people are scary and can scare people to death?"

Before the old man could say anything, he was scolded by Feng Jueyu. He was stunned for a moment and then scolded him: "You damn son-in-law, you came to my land. I haven't scolded you yet, so you scolded me instead."

Are you here? Say, who are you and why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"You care about me?" Killer Feng glared: "Who are you? What are you doing hiding here in the middle of the night?"

"Ah ho?" The green-faced old man was stunned when he heard this, and cursed angrily: "Who am I? I am the damn manager here and the one who looks after the corpses. What about you? Come on, if you don't tell me, I will report you to the police and I will take you back.

Go to jail."

"I..." Killer Feng paused for a moment, breaking out in a cold sweat. It seemed like we had really gone to someone else's place. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. But then he thought about it, I didn't steal or rob, I'm so ashamed.

Mao. So he straightened his back and replied, "I'm here to borrow something?"

The old man held the oil lamp and said angrily: "Damn it, this old man has lived a long time, and this is the first time I heard of someone going to the place where the dead were to borrow something? Are you borrowing or stealing? Come on, come on, talk to me

Tell me, what do you want to borrow?"

The old man said, holding an oil lamp and walking towards Feng Jueyu unhurriedly.

"It's up to you to take care of it." Feng Jueyu glanced at her mouth, no longer wanting to stay any longer, and turned around to leave.

But just as he turned around, a cold wind blew from behind him, penetrating his back in the blink of an eye and sending chills to his skin.

With a blur in front of his eyes, the old man stood in front of Feng Jueyu in an unpredictable manner, blocking his way.

"Master?" Feng Jueyu's heart sank subconsciously. What the hell is this? A corpse guard has such fast movement skills?

How could Feng Jueyu, who has been rolling on the tip of the knife for many years, not see that the old man possesses martial arts skills? Not to mention the pale white light that gradually lights up on the old man's body, the movement skills alone are not something that ordinary people can use. At this moment,

Upon seeing it, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be speechless.

"Unexpectedly, he is still a practicing practitioner?" Feng Jueyu snorted coldly.

The seven realms of martial arts, purple, white, gold, green, orange, blue-green, and white light represent the cultivation of the true martial arts realm. Although Feng Jueyu only has the skills of the virtual martial arts realm, his combat experience is very sophisticated, which he brought from his previous life.

His memory is filled with more than ten years of assassination experience. When it comes to fighting, Xie Huangfeng will never be afraid.

Well done. After a low shout, Feng Jueyu advanced instead of retreating, stretched out his right foot and stomped hard, and a solid thumping sound came from the ground.

Peng.

It was too late, but it was soon. The moment his right foot landed on the ground and the sound rang out, Feng Jueyu stretched out his left hand and stretched out a flat palm. This palm came out extremely fast, and its trajectory was even more varied. On the surface, it was straight.

In the middle of the old man's face, he bent his fingertips, half turned into claws, tilted slightly downward, and locked his throat.

Huh?

The old man seemed not to have thought that Feng Jueyu possessed extraordinary skills. This claw seemed simple, but in fact it was vicious and cunning. It was unexpected. The move he used was to go straight to his throat. If this claw was implemented, he would be controlled by others the next moment.

It was so light that Feng Jueyu could cut his own throat with just a little force.

The old man frowned, and took two steps forward without retreating. He raised his right hand to block the sharp claw, stretched his arms slightly and performed a Tai Chi circle, using softness to overcome the rigidity and pinned down Feng Jueyu's right claw.

…

Just as he was about to counterattack, suddenly there was another piercing sound of wind whistling by from the left, and Young Master Feng also grabbed his left hand. The two movements were connected very cleverly, giving the old man no chance to counterattack. The claw wind pressed down, and he took the

The old man’s heavenly spirit covers his head.

"Huh?" The old man finally raised his vigilance. In his opinion, these two moves were simply stalking each other. No one would do this, but they concealed a profound philosophy and seemed so natural.

Although the little guy in front of him didn't feel that he was very powerful, his moves and speed, and even his adaptability and field control ability were something that few masters could use, so he had to let him suffer a little.

Startled.

"The idea hurts my hands." A sharp light suddenly flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He knew that he encountered an idea today. He was still injured and his strength was greatly reduced. He couldn't go all out. It seemed that he had to deal with it carefully.

"call!"

At this moment, the old man had already blocked Feng Jueyu's claws with both hands, but he did not notice a gust of dark wind rising from below.

Crotch, vital point.

Without looking, the old man understood what was going to happen. This kid actually shamelessly attacked his own private parts. Damn it, I wonder how the first two moves were blocked so easily. There was no strength at all. It turned out to be just for this.

"Fuck, this junior is shameless." The old man was furious.

How could Feng Jueyu care about the other party's scolding? The most obvious thing at the moment was that his strength was not as good as the other party. Even though he had practiced the Hong Yuan Scripture, he was still a beginner after all. There were too many things in this continent that he didn't understand yet.

.So it doesn’t matter whether you are cruel or not, vicious or not, I am a killer, and the best way to end the battle is to use the least amount of effort.

"Don't worry about me. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. You know nothing."

Feng Jueyu cursed loudly, and his kick to the vagina was even more powerful. The sound of the wind was loud and tight, like a huge bellows cracking a foot-long hole, bringing a chill to the old man's crotch.

Fuck you, I've been traveling all my life, and this is the first time I've seen you so shameless. If I don't destroy you today, my surname will not be Gongyang.

After cursing, the old man jumped up, folded his hands and pressed down desperately. At the same time, he separated his legs and jumped up to a meter high like a giant swallow...

"boom!"

The palms and legs collided, a muffled sound was heard, and the fight of true energy was unfolding at this moment.

The pale light on the old man's body was as dazzling as an incandescent lamp, and the strength of his hands was even stronger, causing Feng Jueyu's right foot to feel numb.

At this moment, the two qi of life and death began to flow in parallel in the depths of the meridians, quickly rushing into the meridians between his feet, allowing him to return to normal.

Feng Jueyu took a few steps back, feeling secretly shocked in his heart. People say that martial arts is the most important thing in this world. It seems true. It is not easy for a corpse guard to have such kung fu. Damn it, such a master.

In the profession of killers on Earth, a few of them are among the top ten, and they actually come here to look at corpses. It's really a ghost.

After retreating, Feng Jueyu did not continue to pursue. He knew that although he had the help of the impermanence of life and death and relied on his years of killing experience, it would not be difficult for him to defeat the old man. However, he would not be much better, and he would definitely be slightly injured.

It might be a lose-lose situation, and then the gains outweigh the losses.

So, Feng Jueyu shouted: "Old man, I didn't offend you. Don't force me. I respect the old and care for the young. Let's discuss it. How about I leave now and let this matter be revealed?"

The old man has long been driven crazy by Feng Jueyu's killing moves. Although he is old, my little brother is still aggressive and high-spirited every morning. How can you let your bullying be in vain?

Cursing, the old man brought up a puff of smoke, and the ground he stepped on with his rag shoes with exposed big toes trembled three times. He came over like a fierce bull and a tiger: "Consult your mother. You can't escape from my father-in-law today."

The palm of Yang Yu’s hand.”

Hoo ho ho!

As he spoke, the old man's speed more than doubled.

It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid. After all, the old man is a master of the True Martial Realm, but Feng Jueyu is not a vegetarian. The power of the impermanence of life and death magic skill has increased rapidly. In the first battle after coming to the Taixuan Empress, how can I give the earth

Disgrace to fellow countrymen.

"Fuck, I don't care if you are a ram, a female, or a donkey. If you don't get out of the way, I will beat you into a stinky dried salted fish."

With a cry of hatred, Feng Jueyu whipped up a gust of evil wind and rushed out to fight with the old man.

After all, Young Master Feng is a killer. He does not often face the enemy head-on, but he cannot wait for the kill. Moreover, he has received special training since he was taught by his master since he was a child. He is very good at sneak attacks and assassinations, and he is brave in killing.

One-on-one PK is not much different.

This time he pounced, Dragon Walk and Tiger Step, Five Elements Bagua, Xingyi Tan Kick, Wing Chun Hongquan... Feng Jueyu used everything he knew, one move after another, pressing forward step by step, without mercy.

…

The throat, Tianling, temples, armpits, lower abdomen, crotch, fifteenth and chrysanthemums were all locked tightly in Feng Jueyu's killing vision.
Chapter completed!